Tuesday was the disease sneaking through the pantry like it owned the place. Friday is the answer — the safe house. The ground it can’t touch.
Recovery isn’t just willpower.
It’s shelter.
God’s shelter.
The storm can beat on the windows.
The disease can yell from the yard.
But inside? There’s calm. Inside is food weighed, calls made, prayers lifted. Inside is grace.
Doesn’t mean I don’t hear the storm.
Doesn’t mean the pull isn’t strong.
It just means I don’t have to go out there.
I don’t have to hand the disease the keys.
God built the walls.
Grace holds the lock.
And I’m safe — as long as I stay inside.
At the End of the Day…
Still safe inside.
Still trusting the lock.
Still leaning on grace.
Still alive because God kept the light on.
Prayer – Grace Cut
God,
Thank You for walls stronger than me.
For a lock I couldn’t make,
and a house I couldn’t build.
When the storm howls,
remind me where I am.
When the whisper calls,
let me hear Your voice louder.
Keep me inside recovery,
inside grace,
inside You.
Because out there is death.
In here is life.
Amen.
Today’s Work
Take five minutes and name the “safe house” tools that keep you covered — food weighed, calls made, prayers lifted. Then commit to using them today. Don’t just admire the walls — stay inside them.